The murderous intent boiling in his eyes was almost tangible, which also showed that Long Tengxiao did not have the ability to kill with his will.
Otherwise, at this point, he would definitely use these nationwide announcements to tear the person who posted the comment to pieces.
"Great! Excellent!"
"Master, Master Lingyuan has arrived."
Long Tengxiao immediately looked at Master Lingyuan, speaking respectfully, but his eyes and brows remained arrogant and self-important, showing no trace of awe or respect.
"Master Lingyuan, come quickly and help me cast a curse, or a puppet that can control people. I want to teach that bastard Ji Chaoyun a lesson!"
Master Lingyuan was dressed in a spotless white robe, and his face exuded an aura of a reclusive master, otherworldly and mysterious.
He walked forward calmly and slowly, with a peaceful expression.
"I need the other person's birth chart, or a photo, or a video, as long as it shows their complete appearance."
As he spoke, Master Lingyuan took out a palm-sized lump of black mud from the cloth bag he was carrying.
"Fifth Prince, because the distance is too far, exceeding the maximum attack range of the curse, we can only try to restrain it using the power of the star field."
"By copying the other party's appearance through the network, and then using an extremely fierce and yin red-clothed ghost to capture a wisp of their energy and seal it onto the clay figure, the Fifth Prince can then harm the other party by treating the clay figure."
Master Lingyuan is a leisurely cultivator whom Long Tengxiao keeps by his side at great expense and with abundant resources.
Although he was unaffiliated with any sect or faction, his skills were absolutely no less than those of the elders of the Yin-Yang Guild.
Long Tengxiao was extremely satisfied. Being able to personally take control of the other party's life and death was simply wonderful.
"Alright, let's use this method. I'll chop off that bastard's hand in a bit!"
"Want to cut off my hand? Then I'll grant your wish."
A soft, melodious sound, seemingly coming from a distant space, low and magnetic, rang clearly in Long Tengxiao's mind.
Long Tengxiao's head buzzed as the alarm blared, and he sprang up from his chair.
"Who! Who's playing tricks on me? Show yourself to me, Your Highness!"
Long Tengxiao shouted loudly, his fierce and stern demeanor was indeed quite intimidating.
But the fleeting panic in his eyes betrayed that he was not as calm as he appeared.
Master Lingyuan, along with his subordinates standing nearby, were all startled by Long Tengxiao's sudden roar and jump.
They all looked at him with puzzled expressions.
Before anyone could ask, Long Tengxiao suddenly appeared to be attacked, his face turning deathly pale as he screamed in agony.
"Aaaaaah!..."
"My hand! My hand..."
Long Tengxiao clutched his right hand, screaming in pain as he stumbled and staggered.
Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Then came another, even more shrill and agonizing scream.
"Ahhhhh..."
Long Tengxiao was seen rolling around on the ground in a sorry state, covered in sweat, his face pale and flushed.
The veins on his neck and forehead were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly a reaction to extreme pain.
Ironically, he had no wounds on his body.
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